Rebirth Of Slick (Cool Like Dat)

We like the breeze, flow straight out of our lids

Them, they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids

Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics

You dig the crew on the fattest hip-hop record

He touch the kinks and sinks into the sounds

She frequents the fattest joints called undergrounds

Our funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane

They flock to booms, man, boogie had to change

Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion?

Where kinky hair goes to unthought of dimensions

Why's it so fly? 'Cause hip hop kept some drama

When Butterfly rocked the light blue-suede Pumas

What by the cut, we push it off the corner

How was the buzz entire hip-hop era?

Was fresh and fat since they started saying outtie

'Cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie

The poobah of the styles like Miles and shit

Like '60s funky worms with waves and perms

Just sending junky rhythms right down your block

We be to rap, what key be to lock

But I'm cool like dat, I'm cool like dat

I'm cool like dat, I'm cool like dat

I'm cool like dat, I'm cool like dat

I'm cool like dat, I'm cool (I'm cool)

We be the chocolates taps on my raps

She innovates at the sweeter cat naps

He at the funk club with the vibrate

Them, they be crazy down with the five Nat'

It can kick a plan then a crowd burst

Me, I be digging it with a bump verse

Us, we be freaking 'til dawn blinks an eye

He gives the strangest smile, so I say, "Hi" (Wassup?)

Who understood, yeah, understood the plans?

Him, heard a beat and put it to his hands

What, I just flip, let borders get loose

How to consume or they'll be just like juice

If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic

The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic

Pimp playing shock, it don't matter, I'm fatter

Ask Butta how I zone

Man, Cleopatra Jones

And I'm chill like dat, I'm chill like dat

I'm chill like dat, I'm chill like dat

I'm chill like dat, I'm chill like dat

I'm chill like dat, I'm chill (Chill)

Blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink

Think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think

We get you free 'cause the clips be fat boss

Them, they're the jams and commence to going off

She sweats the beats and asks me 'cause she puff it

Me, I got crew kids, seven and a crescent

Us cause a buzz when the nickel bags are dealt

Him, that's my man with the asteroid belt

They catch a fizz from the Mr. Doodle-Big

He rocks a tee from the Crooklyn nine-pigs

The rebirth of slick like my gangsta stroll

The lyrics just like loot, come in stacks and rolls

You used to find the Bug in a box with fade

Now he boogies up your stage, plaits, twists or braids

And I'm peace like dat, I'm peace like dat

I'm peace like dat, I'm peace like dat

I'm peace like dat, I'm peace like dat

I'm peace like dat, I'm peace

Check it out, man, I groove like dat

I'm smooth like dat

I jive like dat, I roll like dat

Yeah, I'm thick like that, I stack like dat

I'm down like dat, I'm black like dat

Well, yo, I funk like dat, I'm phat like dat

I'm in like dat 'cause I swing like dat

We jazz like dat, we freak like dat

We zoom like dat, we out (We out)